Simplicity
Saturday, November 25, 2006
waking up early in the wee hours in the morning
tossing and turning
unable to return back to my slumber.
A nightmare, once again
Fresh in my mind.
what if i'd never see you again
a chill down my spine, i close my eyes
but tears flow freely.
i am not crying,
no i'm not.
real men never cry.
but am i really?
i don't know.
an empty hollow feeling in my chest
the empty sinking feeling
slowly but surely
destroying me from inside.
helplessness.
that feeling of being so close
and yet unable to do anything.
anything at all.
watching you suffer.
my heart cries out
to you.
but it is muffled,
unable to reach you.
your multiple layers
helplessness.
child-like innocence,
disarming smile,
beautiful voice,
unmistakable gifts.
what you truely are
beneath all your
facades.
the very thing that
protects you
destroys
you from the inside.
multiple layers block
and protect you
but it doesnt let anything
in
be it good
or bad.
just like a plant's
cell wall.
they give shape
and protect
but nothing,
nothing goes through them.
and so
a year has past.
and we're
half way there.
and i'll finally be
with you.
or will i?
it's not suppose
to hurt
like this
perhaps
that one lone question
that is breaking me apart
is hold me together.
keeping me forward.
but i can't help ponder
and think
every minute of the day,
who am i to you?
tossing and turning
unable to return back to my slumber.
A nightmare, once again
Fresh in my mind.
what if i'd never see you again
a chill down my spine, i close my eyes
but tears flow freely.
i am not crying,
no i'm not.
real men never cry.
but am i really?
i don't know.
an empty hollow feeling in my chest
the empty sinking feeling
slowly but surely
destroying me from inside.
helplessness.
that feeling of being so close
and yet unable to do anything.
anything at all.
watching you suffer.
my heart cries out
to you.
but it is muffled,
unable to reach you.
your multiple layers
helplessness.
child-like innocence,
disarming smile,
beautiful voice,
unmistakable gifts.
what you truely are
beneath all your
facades.
the very thing that
protects you
destroys
you from the inside.
multiple layers block
and protect you
but it doesnt let anything
in
be it good
or bad.
just like a plant's
cell wall.
they give shape
and protect
but nothing,
nothing goes through them.
and so
a year has past.
and we're
half way there.
and i'll finally be
with you.
or will i?
it's not suppose
to hurt
like this
perhaps
that one lone question
that is breaking me apart
is hold me together.
keeping me forward.
but i can't help ponder
and think
every minute of the day,
who am i to you?
posted by Kevin # 4:32 AM 
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